almost the last time to sleep in the car.
I don't even need a quiet spot anymore.
I can rest quite easily never stretching my legs, even for a few hours.
I wrap my head in a towel to block out the light and the noise,
cram the seat belt buckle into my back, and pow!
out
like
a
light.
traffic light mebbe.
I rest so well,
it can only mean that I have mastered the deal,
or that I am really, really tired.
makes a couch seem fit for a king.
when a big truck rolls by at top speed,
it is almost like a vibrating bed.
I always liked cars.
it seems they like me too.